“I didn’t mean it to be,” she presses. My knuckles tap against the table in front of me. With a large exhale, I stand up. My feet get closer to her on their own accord. “You don’t know me anymore.” I know my words come out harsh, but I can’t help it with her. I am angry at her. There are so many reasons for me to be upset. The biggest one being I hate that after all these years apart, I still feel an intense pull toward her. “You don’t know what my looks mean. Maybe that’s just how I always look.” “Cade,” she says with an exhale.
